Resident Evil: Shattered City
Chapter 3
Michael slinked down the alleyway he had taken to hiding in. Making a left turn into another alley he encountered a door, which he easily kicked open. That was the only thing Michael really didn't get about this town, there were doors on every alleyway, and they were often locked. Splitting the city into sectors. While some of the doors were rusted iron with weak locks, there were also steel gates with rock-solid deadbolts. Mike tried to avoid them, because even though he was sure he could get through or over them, they often held nasty surprises on the other side, one gat which Michael had busted through, using a dumpster as a battering ram, had contained a pack of zombified dogs, of which he had barely escaped.
As he cleared the alley and turned onto Ash again, the RPD loomed in front of him. He usually stayed away from the gigantic building, something about it just wasn't right. It was dark, for one, and Michael had an unusual fear of dark places, and rightly so, with what was roaming around this city.
"But still." Michael mumbled to himself.
"Maybe I can get some extra ammunition."
With that, he crossed the street and stepped through the gates into the RPD's courtyard. Checking left and right, he quickly drew the oversized Desert Eagle from his waistband and moved over to the front doors. As he slowly opened the door, he heard the gates behind him creak open.
He whirled around to face the business end of a H&K VP-70, and RPD issue pistol, the youthful face behind it looked deadly serious.
"Freeze!" The Man said. He was dressed in a Blue RPD Combat suit, it was covered in soot and he smelled of burning gas, but he still looked active and alert, clearly not a zombie.
"Don't shoot." Michael said in a low voice, letting his Desert Eagle dangle from his index finger as he raised his hand.
"What's your name?" the officer said, letting his aim drop slightly.
"Michael Travant. I ah.live here.I guess." Mike said, dropping his arms.
"Officer Leon Kennedy." The man said, dropping the pistol to his side. "I came here with a woman, Claire, she's about Five-Nine, brown hair, wearing a pink jacket." leon trailed off as Mike shook his head.
"Ain't seen her, but she might be in the RPD already." He said, kicking the door to the lobby open the rest of the way, slowly sweeping the brutally quiet room with his gun.
"Wait how do you know she was heading here?" Leon said, stepping past Mike into the lobby.
"You obviously wouldn't be here unless you were still looking for her." Mike said, closing the door behind him as he stepped in.
Leon's shoulders sagged. "I guess you have a point."
Michael cocked his head, wondering what had depressed the officer. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Leon turned around, letting his no-bullshit gaze lock with Mike's
"It's my fault she's alone.wait a minute, what's with you being all friendly, the last living guy I met had a shotgun parked in my face before I could count to three."
Mike smiled for the first time in a long time. "Well, first, you're not wearing an Umbrella logo, and second, the look on your face tells me you have absolutely no clue what the hell is going on here. Trust me, if you weren't who you are, you'd be dead."
Leon laughed. "I dunno, I seemed to get the drop on you."
It was Mike's turn to laugh. "What? Please, I heard your boot steps from a block away!"
Both men spent a minute laughing before they finally got down to business.
"So? How bout we start looking for her eh?" Mike said, cocking the hammer on his Desert Eagle.
"Sounds good to me, but I don't know my way around here. First day on the job." Leon said, smiling sheepishly.
"You should demand a raise. Follow me." Mike said, walking up the ramp and checking the desk for anything useful, he found a box of 9mm ammo and tossed it to Leon before walking around the desk and entering the waiting room for filing reports. Leon stepped in behind him and they both checked around the room.
"Over here." Mike said, leaning down by a heavy-looking locked chest.
Leon crouched down and pulled a ring of keys from his belt, he tried a couple of the keys to no avail, the 7th one he used popped the lock right open.
Mike pushed the heavy lid up and away, flinching at the loud creaking noise it was making.
"Nothing of much use here." Leon said, digging out a lighter among the papers and backpacks that had been confiscated by the bored RPD cops.
"Moving on then." Mike said, he and Leon stood up and walked around a bookshelf heading for the door into a hallway leading to the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad briefing room.
Something passed in front of the window.
Leon and Mike both dropped to their right nee, whipping up their pistols lightning fast.
"The fuck was that?!" Mike said, making sure it was gone before getting up.
"Looked like a skinned dog." Leon said.
"Couldn't have been." Mike stated as he moved to the door, keeping his eye on the window.
"Why not?" Leon asked, checking back the way they came before following Mike.
"The dogs can't crawl on the sides ob buildings." Mike said, opening the door.
Both men stepped into the hallway, facing the darkness ahead with just a little more fear.
Chapter 3
Michael slinked down the alleyway he had taken to hiding in. Making a left turn into another alley he encountered a door, which he easily kicked open. That was the only thing Michael really didn't get about this town, there were doors on every alleyway, and they were often locked. Splitting the city into sectors. While some of the doors were rusted iron with weak locks, there were also steel gates with rock-solid deadbolts. Mike tried to avoid them, because even though he was sure he could get through or over them, they often held nasty surprises on the other side, one gat which Michael had busted through, using a dumpster as a battering ram, had contained a pack of zombified dogs, of which he had barely escaped.
As he cleared the alley and turned onto Ash again, the RPD loomed in front of him. He usually stayed away from the gigantic building, something about it just wasn't right. It was dark, for one, and Michael had an unusual fear of dark places, and rightly so, with what was roaming around this city.
"But still." Michael mumbled to himself.
"Maybe I can get some extra ammunition."
With that, he crossed the street and stepped through the gates into the RPD's courtyard. Checking left and right, he quickly drew the oversized Desert Eagle from his waistband and moved over to the front doors. As he slowly opened the door, he heard the gates behind him creak open.
He whirled around to face the business end of a H&K VP-70, and RPD issue pistol, the youthful face behind it looked deadly serious.
"Freeze!" The Man said. He was dressed in a Blue RPD Combat suit, it was covered in soot and he smelled of burning gas, but he still looked active and alert, clearly not a zombie.
"Don't shoot." Michael said in a low voice, letting his Desert Eagle dangle from his index finger as he raised his hand.
"What's your name?" the officer said, letting his aim drop slightly.
"Michael Travant. I ah.live here.I guess." Mike said, dropping his arms.
"Officer Leon Kennedy." The man said, dropping the pistol to his side. "I came here with a woman, Claire, she's about Five-Nine, brown hair, wearing a pink jacket." leon trailed off as Mike shook his head.
"Ain't seen her, but she might be in the RPD already." He said, kicking the door to the lobby open the rest of the way, slowly sweeping the brutally quiet room with his gun.
"Wait how do you know she was heading here?" Leon said, stepping past Mike into the lobby.
"You obviously wouldn't be here unless you were still looking for her." Mike said, closing the door behind him as he stepped in.
Leon's shoulders sagged. "I guess you have a point."
Michael cocked his head, wondering what had depressed the officer. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Leon turned around, letting his no-bullshit gaze lock with Mike's
"It's my fault she's alone.wait a minute, what's with you being all friendly, the last living guy I met had a shotgun parked in my face before I could count to three."
Mike smiled for the first time in a long time. "Well, first, you're not wearing an Umbrella logo, and second, the look on your face tells me you have absolutely no clue what the hell is going on here. Trust me, if you weren't who you are, you'd be dead."
Leon laughed. "I dunno, I seemed to get the drop on you."
It was Mike's turn to laugh. "What? Please, I heard your boot steps from a block away!"
Both men spent a minute laughing before they finally got down to business.
"So? How bout we start looking for her eh?" Mike said, cocking the hammer on his Desert Eagle.
"Sounds good to me, but I don't know my way around here. First day on the job." Leon said, smiling sheepishly.
"You should demand a raise. Follow me." Mike said, walking up the ramp and checking the desk for anything useful, he found a box of 9mm ammo and tossed it to Leon before walking around the desk and entering the waiting room for filing reports. Leon stepped in behind him and they both checked around the room.
"Over here." Mike said, leaning down by a heavy-looking locked chest.
Leon crouched down and pulled a ring of keys from his belt, he tried a couple of the keys to no avail, the 7th one he used popped the lock right open.
Mike pushed the heavy lid up and away, flinching at the loud creaking noise it was making.
"Nothing of much use here." Leon said, digging out a lighter among the papers and backpacks that had been confiscated by the bored RPD cops.
"Moving on then." Mike said, he and Leon stood up and walked around a bookshelf heading for the door into a hallway leading to the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad briefing room.
Something passed in front of the window.
Leon and Mike both dropped to their right nee, whipping up their pistols lightning fast.
"The fuck was that?!" Mike said, making sure it was gone before getting up.
"Looked like a skinned dog." Leon said.
"Couldn't have been." Mike stated as he moved to the door, keeping his eye on the window.
"Why not?" Leon asked, checking back the way they came before following Mike.
"The dogs can't crawl on the sides ob buildings." Mike said, opening the door.
Both men stepped into the hallway, facing the darkness ahead with just a little more fear.